Apophis Myth Novels & Stories

They felt as if their dead motivation came to life again. They felt as if god came down from heaven himself to rescue them. At that moment he was no less than god to them. For them, he was the living image of a god. Tears of joy begin to roll from the eyes of the first warrior and he reached out to touch Zieve's feet. Zieve stopped him from doing that and instead hugged him. The first warrior said that he was no less than a god to them for knows that he must have fallen into the enemy' s trap willingly... risking his own life only to save them. The other two warriors also expressed their gratitude towards their leader. They also knew Zieve and had worked with him too, but not as much as the

Maybell Smith Mythicals- A rare bloodline that people inherit from God, Dalion, that he personally blessed with the ancient dragon spirit. It is given to those who have been close enough to touch the white veil. Although this information is well known, mythicals are still a mystery to the rest of civilization, if encountered, don’t stare into its gaze.

said Ditiori, and laying out an open grasp, he ordered the poor people, “place your seeds in my servant’s hands and see what happens.” People again ran and tumbled. They flung their arms to get to their farm stock, however hesitated after the stampede when they stood again in front of the embodied spirit. His beast gave the impression of a ferocious, reddish, hairy monster with twisty horns and piercing dark eyes. Its ready claw-like phalanges could instantly tear their fleshes into pieces. Closer huddled the crowd. Maga might have summoned the Divine One’s enemy. Fearful that they were being deceived, so they reluctantly held on tightly to their bags and containers of urns, jars, and

Scott asked. “There was another incident near the Vamp Monument. The vampire community was out for a massive reunion and three fledglings were abducted by a group of Apopis– the worshippers of the Apep serpent. Having gained a lot of knowledge about manipulating the power of the sun, the Apep serpent has bestowed upon all his followers a gift of manipulating the sun’s energy. Unfortunately, this disabled all the defences of even the oldest of the vampires; you know the sun is lethal for them. The war was lost within minutes when they were blinded, burned temporarily, or incapacitated by the heat. Before they could think of something else, the Apopises had coiled around the fledglings and had

Fuming with hatred, I pace back and forth while thinking of ways to destroy Mysteria. Finally, I come to a halt and smile as the answer comes to mind. Thypon, the God of ferocious monsters. He has the head of a dragon, a bat's wings and a serpent's body. Once a God amongst the other deities in the Celestial Realm, Thypon wreaked death and destruction across many worlds. To end Typhon’s terrible ways, the deities and I trapped him beneath a volcano for all eternity, compelling the volcano never to erupt since that was the only way Thypon could be released.

And finally, the ones that ascend from Fourth Glitch: 'Satya-Lok' receive the title of 'Apaurushya' or 'God'. "The most interesting fact is that these titles that humans receive after each ascension are bestowed by the Glitch itself. Since no human being has ever ascended to 'Satya-lok', we still do not know how this title of 'Apaurushya' came into existence and is now deemed as the most compelling urban legend. Some call it a hoax and some also believe it's true." "This urban legend is widely famous as 'The Myth of Apaurushya'." Author: So I have finally explained the weird Title of my book. What do you all think?

Professor Damaris also said that every Summoner has a spirit animal who can protect and guide them. The Healing Caste is the sixth caste in the Olympus wherein people like Dr. Foster have the ability to heal and revive someone from death. If not so, others from this caste can create different kinds of potions—good potions to be exact. Professor Damaris didn’t elaborate on it because she said that I’m able to know it soon.

Not long after I left the camp, I entered a relatively safe area of the ruins I had been watching over the past few days. The force inside me couldn't be suppressed anymore. It exploded. Pain shot through my limbs and bones, like they were being crushed and then reassembled. I collapsed to the ground before curling into a ball. The gray-white streaks crawled wildly beneath my skin. My flesh split open, oozed blood, scabbed over, then cracked open again. But I couldn't move. My consciousness began to slip away as my body burned. Then, I slipped into endless darkness.

Although he is a god, he won't heal if he gets bitten by a manticore. Apollo stopped playing his lyre when he felt something different. He tried to push his emotions at the back of his head to regain his senses. He quickly stood when he felt and heard the commotion in his house. He ran as fast as he could and all he could think was Eleena. He was once disappointed in himself for being reckless again.